The Sad But True Story Of a Band Geek

The Sad But True Story Of a Band Geek~9

I walked into the class and stood a little bit off too the left of the shop. I didn’t really recognize anyone that I would talk to on a normal basis. A few seniors looked familiar, but they were the type of guys that were probably only taking this class to make up credits. As I observed them for a few more seconds I noticed that they all had almost the same stance. Hands in their pockets or crossed over their chests. I also noticed something that saddened me. There were no other girls in the class.

I let my mind drift to my other classes and my teachers. Suddenly someone tapped my shoulder.

“Can I help you?” I said to the person that wanted my attention. I saw a very pissed off Ace, and I could only imagine why. I smirked and tried to hold in my laughter. “You mad bro?” I giggled.

“Mad? Am I mad? Well Tabbi that’s a great question. I’m going to kill you! . . . .  does that answer your question?” He said. He was so mad I was pretty sure that I could see the smoke coming out of his ears.

I played innocent. “What did I do? And how did you know this was my class?”

“First.” He said, taking a deep breath. “Look at my backpack. Figure out why you’re dead yet?” I didn’t know this was your class, this is my class.” He deadpanned. Hmm….weeeellllllllll this could be awkward. “Tabbi…please tell me why my backpack is soaked.

“How should I know? It’s your backpack. We had this conversation earlier.

“Yes it might be my backpack, but you were the last one to have it before it got dropped into the toilet in the girls bathroom.” He glared at me.

“Why were you in the girls bathroom? I mean…I know you’re a player but that’s just gross! And what were you doing that made you drop your backpack into a toilet?!” I laughed.

I wasn’t in the girl’s bathroom, because I was in the office right after I bumped into you at the bathroom where my backpack was found.” I rolled my eyes and shrugged pretty much out of excuses and comebacks. “Tabbi, did you dump my backpack or not?” Ace asked sounding almost sad.

I was about to answer just as the teacher walked in.

‘Hello class! Sorry I’m late! My name is Mr. Tanglish. Yeah my last name is a pain to deal with so you can all call me Mr. T or Matt. This class is going to be pretty laid back, unless someone gets hurt. Then this class will no longer be fun. Any questions?”

Ace’s hand shot into the air. Oh God…this wasn’t going to turn out well.

“Yeah?” Mr. Tanglish called on Ace.

“How old are you?” Ace said smirking.

“I’m twenty-five and fresh out of college. Although normally I get that question from the female students.” He winked. I rolled my eyes. People that were so full of themselves bugged me. So why I hung out with Ace I have no clue.

“Oh okay, well I didn’t really want to know…It was my friend Tabbi here, and she was too nervous to ask. So she asked me to ask for her. I blushed and hit Ace on the arm.

“You’re so full of it!” I whispered to Ace after another kid asked a question.

“You deserved it.” Ace whispered calmly.

“I didn’t do anything!” I whisper-yelled.

“Yes you did.” Ace crossed his arms over his chest.

“Prove it.” I challenged.

“Hey, yeah excuse me? Sorry to break up the lovers spat, but I’m trying to teach a class here.” Mr. T snapped at me. “You. Over there.” He pointed to the other end of the crowd of students.

‘Woof’ I thought. I hated when people snapped at me. This was going to be a horrible class. Stupid Ace. Getting me in trouble for doing nothing. I didn’t do anything to him…well other then drop his backpack into a toilet. I blew my bangs out of my face and sighed. The teacher went on talking about the class for a few more minuets before he let us go and talk to each other. Ace walked to my side.

“Come to say you’re sorry?” I asked raising an eyebrow. Ace nodded and got down on one knee. I looked behind me and tried to hide my laughter.

“What in the world are you doing?” I asked smiling. Ace ignored my question.

“Dearest Tabbitha, please forgive me for behaving like an asshole,” he said. I put my hand over my mouth. Was he serious? People glanced back and fourth between us as he went on. “It’s not like you dumped my backpack in a toilet or anything. You don’t deserved to be yelled at.” He stood up and put his arms out. I gave him a confused look and shook my head. He gestured for me to hug him.

“No.” I said crossing my arms. He stuck out his lower lip in an over overdramatic way. He is such a baby. Just as I finished my thought, Ace picked me up and squeezed me as tight as he possibly could, spinning me in the process. I let out a little squeal.

“Aaaaaaceeeee!! Put! Me! Down!” I gasped/ yelled laughing in the midst. He did as he was told and patted my head after I was on the floor. “Do you mind? You’re kinda in my space here.” I told him looking up at him through my eyelashes.

“No I don’t mind at all.” He said sarcastically.

“Your sarcasm is inspiring.” I muttered.

“So are you two like…together?” A short blond kid who was now sitting on the floor asked. I scoffed

“That’s gross.” I crinkled my nose in disgust.

“I’m hurt Tabbi.” Ace said pouting once again.

“Gosh! Ace you’re such a baby! Man up! Seriously!” I threw my hands up in exasperation. Everyone laughed and Ace glared. Finally the bell dismissed us, and I skipped off to English.